Flash Fiction

[MelasZepheos_v1legacy]

There have been threads for fiction writing before, but I'm going to impose some rules.

Flash Fiction has no set word count, but recently in a short story seminar I was given a word limit of 300 words to tell a complete story.

I'll kick things off, but that's really it, 300 words or less, one complete story.

Spoiler

She?s taking the bus today. From the city centre to her house, it?s a thirty minute bus ride, much too far to walk, and costs her two pounds ten pence. She sits at the front, her spine ramrod straight, hands clasped on her lap like she? a Victorian schoolgirl. She doesn?t have many clothes, but today she?s in her Sunday best, a big black hat, black blazer jacket and neat skirt. White blouse with the collar buttoned right up to the neck.

On the bus she seems like a relic, but she?s really not. She loves modern music, she loves to watch TV, and every other Saturday she goes to watch the number one film from the Sun?s listings. She has a music player that she buys a new album for every month, and only new artists.

When she gets off the bus she?s not going to go to her house, instead she?s going to walk forty paces to the small cemetery, where she can put the flowers she has on the grave of her son. It?s been five years since the crash, and she still hasn?t got back into her car.

Happy writing.

 

[BlumiereBleck]

This one guy walks into a bar. He asks the bartender for a miller light. Well one beer turned into 3 or 4 and he left and got into his car. He was driving and ran over three people in a hit and run. The next day the police arrive at his door and arrest him. He went to trail and got 30 years in jail. The End

 

[manythings]

three people and only 30 years? Isn't negligent homicide a bit more fierce than that?

 

[Trivun]

She watched from a distance as he walked past. She?d noticed him every day for weeks, always walking on, never looking at her, never speaking. Never showing any sign that he cared. But she cared. She couldn?t understand why, but since the first moment she?d saw him she had felt a connection, something deep and mysterious that she would never be able to break. It was strange, yet somehow, satisfying. She waited, every day in vain, for him to say something, or do something, to show he noticed her too. But it never happened. She was alone.

He noticed in the corner of his eye. The strange girl with the gothic attire, staring at him, as she did every day. Since he?d first realised how she would always watch him as he passed he?d tried desperately to pluck up the courage to talk to her. But the words would never come. He resigned himself, every day, to walking on, hoping that she would call to him, hoping that she would make the first move. But she never did.

The best things in life come to those who wait. But sometimes, waiting isn?t enough. We need to take life and live each day as though it?s our last, as though we?ll never have these opportunities and hopes and dreams again.

All it took, was a kiss.

He stopped, and looked around. Their eyes met. As he lingered, she rose to meet him, walking slowly towards him. They smiled, briefly, and as she leaned forward he could smell the lavender perfume and feel her breath on his cheek. He leaned in, closer. Their lips brushed, and tingled, as he softly kissed her bottom lip. She smiled again, and let her lips touch his, taking his hands in hers, and kissing him fully and with such deep passion and love.

All love takes, is a kiss.